MTL - I, Doomsday, Have Been In the Core of the Sun For a Hundred Thousand Years - Chapter 215

# ANCIENTTOMODERNTIMES

Su Ji, a historically famous devil concubine, has transmigrated! When she opened her eyes, she was the daughter of the Su family, a beautiful girl who was bullied by everyone. She was also an unpopular actress with no presence on social media. Everyone thought the devil concubine brought disaster to the country and its people. In reality, she was extremely skilled and ruthless. There was a wealthy old man from the Pei family who loved chasing celebrities, and he vowed to make Su Ji his granddaughter-in-law! The whole world knew that Third Young Master Pei was rich, but ruthless and not interested in women. Haters looked forward to Su Ji marrying him and living a lonely life. It would surely be a great show to watch. Later, at the award ceremony, Su Ji felt nauseated and was about to throw up. Her fans thought she was sick. Third Young Master Pei, who had chased after her for two lifetimes, felt his heartache. “It’s already her second child. Why is she still so affected?” *** Everyone thought the devil concubine brought disaster to the country and its people. Only he knew that she recruited talents from all over the world, and laid the foundation for peace for later generations. In his previous life, he had been a loyal general who loved her in silence. After her death, he built a gold coffin for her and died in regret. In this life, he would not let her go again…

After reincarnating, she pressed against Mr. Qin. “Sir, from the darkness on your forehead, I predict you’ll soon face a major disaster. If you want to overcome it, you’ll have to marry me. I can guarantee that you’ll have many children and grandchildren. You will also become as rich as a nation.

“Mr. Qin, who was already as rich as a nation, said, “Get lost.”

“Honey, when will we have our third child?” He asked one day.

“So what if she’s Mrs. Qin? She’s still a useless mute,” a hater said.

Shocking! Mr. Qin’s mute wife was actually a world-famous voice actor, actress, award-winning scriptwriter, bestselling author, esports champion, top-notch hacker, and god-like racer…

“Ehh… It’s all for the purpose of entertainment. It doesn’t serve society at all.” The hater was feeling panicked.

Shocking! Ye Caitang is the Dean of the International Medical Research Institute.

“I surrender. There’s no messing with this one. Goodbye…” The hater said.

“Mr. Qin, how do you feel about marrying a full-level bigshot?” The media asked.

“Huh? Isn’t my wife a fortune-teller?” Mr. Qin replied.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.